You know those days when you fully intend to go to the gym at lunchtime but then a mate texts you to say he’s in London and that he’s up for a swift beer at lunchtime and so you go to meet him and his brother for “just one” but then one swiftly turns into five and you get back to the office at gone 3.30 in the afternoon and are feeling a little bit pissed but you need to hide it because your boss is there and you still have to write the weekly report even though you’re struggling to recognise your own hands on the keyboard?
Well, today is one of those days.
